She sipped her coffee by the window and watched the normal passer-byes heading for the corner newsstand and walking their dogs. From their midst a strange man carrying a small case walked up her driveway and on to her front porch.
"Oh Lord, I hope it's not another one of those Jehovah's," she mumbled, "it's too early in the morning."
When he rang the bell, she considered not answering it--hiding--but after taking another look at him, temptation get the better of her. Despite a broken nose, he was good looking and had an air of confidence. But it was his smile that convinced her to come to the door. It was too irresistible for her to stay out of sight.
Through the screen door she caught a hint of his cologne. She wasn't sure of the brand, but like his coat, it was obviously expensive. Rich and good looking probably meant he was safe to talk to. At least it was sufficient enough reason to continue standing there. She smiled and waited for him to speak--state his business.
"I am here as a follow-up to your inquiries for on-line toys. Our company records show that on certain dates, you have accessed web pages, featuring our latest toys. I'm here to demonstrate them, and if you are interested, give you a special . . . by the way, my name is Alan."
Not sure what to say, she invited him in. She couldn't have her neighbors listening or seeing what he was selling. Leading him to the dinning room, she invited him to sit down and see what he had to offer. It was then, she realized there was a slight ache at the juncture between her thighs. Her heart leaped in excitement at the possibilities before her. When he turned his head, she muttered under her breath, "Surely, he can't possibly mean he is going to demonstrate his toys on me. Or could he?
Excusing herself, she headed for the kitchen to make up a tray up with some coffee and biscuits. As she did, her mind raced. She wondered if she should dig out her credit card and have it ready. After all, he was here to sell product.
Returning from the kitchen with a silver tray groaning with early morning delicacies, she poured him coffee. As she listened to him praise the spread before him, he handed her brochures.
"They appear to be very nice, but are more than I want to spend. My old ones will do for now."
"Despite the prices listed here, today, I am prepared to make you a special offer . . . "
To say that made her hot, was a massive understatement. The sweat poured down between her breasts and thighs.
As she handed him another biscuit, his hand grabbed hers--he gazed into her eyes as if seeking permission. She nodded in the affirmative as her clit did somersaults and her nipples became erect. The gleam in his eye convinced her that he too was aroused and had far more than selling product on his mind. It was confirmed when he pointed to the big bulge in his trousers.
Moving closer to him she murmured, "I want you to demonstrate your toys for me. Teach me all about them . . . "
Looking down her satin blouse, the sight of her cleavage prompted him to rub his leg against hers and push up her skirt to stroke her silky stockings. Gradually his hand worked up further to explore the bare flesh of her bottom. She shuddered and receipted by putting her hands in his pockets to feel his diamond hard dick. Drawing her closer yet, he kissed the tops of her breasts as he caressed her hard nipples and continued to praise his company's products.
The ultimate salesman she thought. Coming to her senses, she pulled away attempting to regain her composure by asking him a question. "What makes your products superior to the ones I already use?"
"Show don't tell, is our company policy, we do that by comparing our product with the ones you already own, and then demonstrating ours to your complete satisfaction."
"That makes sense . . . I guess. . . ."
"Now, what I need YOU to do, is to bring me the toys you already own."
"No problem. They're upstairs. Give me a minute and I will bring them down."
Upon returning, she found he had covered the dining table in a black velvet cloth and laid out an array of his company's toys and exotic lubricants. He had closed the dinning room drapes and lit the candelabra in the middle of the table.
One by one, she handed him a favorite toy to examine. Within a few minutes he had a good idea of what products in his line she'd be likely to enjoy. Setting her old toys aside, he took her by the arm, and lifted her up to the table's edge. Then putting a cushion under her head, he walked around and removed her skirt to feel the front of her damp panties.
"I can see," he sighed, "we better get these out of the way. By the looks of them, I don't think we will need any lubrication . . . don't be afraid. I will be gentle and I promise, you will find this a very enjoyable experience, however, if at any time you want me to stop, let me know, and I will."
"Okay. But what you are doing feels good. How about if I simply lay back and enjoy myself? Teach me all you know before I discover I'm dreaming."
As he demonstrated their various uses, she lost all of her inhibitions and soon lost count of her orgasms. Each one outdid the one before.
Occasionally she found not only his product inside her, but his fingers also. And when he demonstrated the popular best-selling anal one, he used his finger with such proficiency, that she didn't even noticed the toy was inside her or that she was being double penetrated. All she knew was that it felt wonderful. But it was when he removed her bra--when he tried out the newest "Nipples Aroused" on her--that she lost total control.
Moaning loudly she made a grab for his zip and he helped her release his cock. He lifted her down from the table and they settled into the plush deep carpet. There he spread her legs and removed her sopping wet stockings.
"See how wet you've already made me?" she said, "and that was Just with toys. Now do it for real."
Handing her one of the company's cherry flavored condoms, she worked it down on him with her teeth. "Baby," she growled, "you make me feel like I won the lottery. Now it's time for me to collect my winnings. Fuck me . . . don't make me wait any longer."
At first she was so wet he could hardly feel her, but as she dug her nails into him, and began a final earth shattering climax, her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on him making a tight fit. Thrusting over and over again they were in heaven, but one that felt so good, it could not last very long for the "Unexpected Salesman."
"Oh fuck, yes, yes, oh yes, oh gawd, yes! Ooh yeah, just like that, baby. Yessssss!"
On his final groan, his Blackberry started to hum. Collapsed against her spent wet body, he reluctantly raised his head to take a glimpse and found he was at the wrong house. His boss was looking for him.
As he pulled himself together and threw together his salesman's kit, he leaned over and kissed his new found lover goodbye. "Darling, I am going to have to complete your order another day."
Watching him walk down the path to his car, she smiled and sat back down by the window with another cup of coffee, the best one she had ever drank. "What a great day." she whispered, "and it's barely begun."
The End
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